I hear the screams of true delight
From an internet Nerd in pure spite
A cyber attacker with no life at all
A miscreant no one can recall
He has been nowhere, done nothing good
If he walks the street he wears a hood
Not as he’s ugly he’s probably shy
Not too good with girls as they pass him by
Short on skill and thrives on hate
Inconvenience to others fills his plate
If he speaks at all no one understands
Guess that what makes him underhand
Can’t read; can’t write and can’t create
A product failed of the Welfare State
His name’s on a list somewhere today
They will figure he has dues to pay
But paying up just ain’t his style
Face him down and he will run a mile
He sleeps with a teddy to comfort him
Has a voting slip he will never fill in
Has no real grasp of everyday life
But draws childish pleasure creating strife
In downtown Nerdsville they know his name
A misfit geek to them inane
His trainers are polished and his hair is combed
And if they were not he could not leave home
My little ray of sunshine as his mom would say
What are you going to do today?
But he does not answer, he forgot how to speak
Playing internet games The Cyber Freak.

JP.

JP,
It is amazing how one can be so smart on-line, yet so dum b otherwise. Good poem!
Your friend,
David Fox

I pretentiously will mention Alexander Pope, himself ~nerdy~ -- and also a sort of rival of yours (anachronistically?), in terms of sharp use of couplets. Thanks for again "breezily regaling us," dear **JP.**!